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Intro Hi everyone, here's the very very late chapter 5... Oh my god..I am such a slow writer! LOL. I wish I could write faster...but I'm sorry, I just can't. Hope you will forgive me :) As always, please tell me what you think about this latest chapter. Every comment is welcome! And by the way, you know it's going to take me forever to write again, it may be months before you see anything again from me..so as always, thanks for being patient! Enjoy! Moonlily ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A Feminine Sense of Accomplishment Chapter 5 By Moonlily I ended the call. I sat back and waited for my beating heart to calm down. I realised that after that conversation, I was so aroused. Is this right? a thought worked itself into my brain. Is it right that I am actually getting aroused at the thought of Mike, my man, dressing as a woman? I mean it was not that long ago that Mike was my husband, everything that I thought I always wanted in a man when I was his wife... A man, a husband that I looked up to for support and security... secure in the knowledge that I could depend on him for the tough times... he was my rock... my foundation for our lives... my man who supported us with a great job...who had all the answers... my safe port... but now... our lives and our roles were completely upside down. I was the one with the great job, I was the one supporting him and now responsible for our livelyhood. And now he was the one who stayed home and took care of our house and me... happily doing the role that housewives have done for generations. He was the one completely dependent on me for the smallest things... I was the one with all the answers now... with all the power. And with that shift in roles, Mike had decided to completely immerse himself in the experience of being a stay at home housewife. He had told me that he felt calmer, less stressed, delighting in the regular routine of mundane household chores, finding happiness and fulfillment in playing the role of a wife rather than a husband... realising that he was feeling so much more joy, having so much more purpose by achieving this feminine sense of accomplishment. Not only was he just doing the domestic household chores of cooking and cleaning but recently Mike was now changing the way he looked...changing the clothes he wore so that he could more closely relate to and experience this new feminine life. Understanding that the role that he had now was more female in nature, he had decided to embrace his inner feminity by dressing more as a woman, so that he could further experience the life of a woman, and a wife. As I thought about the lengths he was going to achieve this, I remembered how it had told me awhile back that not only did he want to experience my life, he actually wanted to be me. I guess he had always admired my life more than I had ever known... my old life before as a wife... it was hard to come to terms with it... even though I knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong about being female in this world, my upbringing had always placed men as superior to women... that women were to support men... not the oher way around. So now, it felt incredibly flattering, to say the least, that Mike a man, would want my old life... a life of a wife... that he so admired that life and wanted to experience it so much that he was giving up his manliness, his core inner feelings, to achieve it... that spoke volumes about how much he admired and respected women, how he felt that a woman's life was not less than a man's, far from it... a woman's life was so special that a man would give up everything about himself to live that life. And so, he was doing everything to get closer to feeling like a woman. And it had started with lingerie... I suppose that was logical... wearing lingerie in itself is such a feminine experience... and to wear lingerie would be so opposite to everything that he had ever worn as a man... so, now he was no longer wearing men's underwear... but instead he was wearing women's lingerie everyday - bras and panties. I also knew that he was experimenting with makeup, lipstick and mascara....an act that is so completely female... to make himself more attractive... to look more like a woman than a man. It was so clear and so evident now. I was his husband now and he was my wife. And that will probably not change from now on. No, we had done things together... amazing things... that had cemented those roles... and made us both realize how amazing... how much fun it was to be in each others roles...to do the opposite of everything that we were supposed to do as a woman and a man. And now, there was no way we were going back...No...not when we both truly loved being in each other's shoes...or I guess...heels... No, we were both in these roles now for better or worse. Even though I still looked and most times still felt like a woman, I also so loved being the man now as well... the husband... the working man with the great career. And obviously Mike loved being a woman now... being my wife... taking care of me and supporting me... keeping our house clean and well kept... but of course he wanted to look like a woman now... wearing the clothes that I used to wear to feel pretty and feminine... everything a normal woman would wear not a man. Everything? well... I know he was wearing bras and panties..so of course he must be wearing skirts and dresses as well... he must have been trying on my dresses while I have been away... he just hasn't shown me yet... no...he probably wants to do the big reveal when I got home...obviously. God...I was so aroused just thinking about this... Mike raiding my closet, trying on my pretty, sexy dresses, Mike waiting for me back home wearing a pretty dress...probably spending all day getting ready... putting on makeup... choosing the right dress and heels... slipping on sexy lingerie in anticipation of what I would do to him later that night... everything that I used to do and now he would do those same feminine things... In a weird way there was nothing wrong with getting turned on at the thought of your wife wearing a pretty dress - right? As a husband... isn't that a natural thing to think about? I justified to myself. But deep down, I knew that I could not deny the fact that I was still a woman and Mike was still a man and that we were both swapping our traditional roles here. I knew that I was still struggling with all these changes...everything happening so fast... And I was not really sure whether it was right for me to feel like this - I mean I did encourage him to wear bras... no... not just encourage... if I was going to be honest here I maybe had manipulated him into wearing women's lingerie. What sort of woman was I if I wanted my husband to wear a bra? Most women would just completely freak out right? But... here I was, not at all freaked out by it... no... I was actually being turned on at the thought of Mike in bras and panties... in dresses and heels, in all the clothes that I would normally wear... and have been for years... now he would be wearing them... instead of me... But regardless... one thing for sure... the more feminine Mike got, the more turned on I was getting. What was happening to us? Was this just the way we always were? Maybe this was our normal selves and perhaps the roles that we used to play were the abnormal ones... Another thought entered my little brain - if I was getting more turned on with Mike getting more feminine, then would the reverse be true as well? I wonder... would Mike be turned on if I became more manly? If it's ok for a man to be a wife and dress as a woman then wouldn't it be ok for a woman to be a husband and dress as a man? Should I wear what he used to? ...masculine shirts and pants... If I became more manly, lets see, where should I start... Makeup for one thing.. I should stop wearing it... I wasn't wearing much makeup these days anyway- not at all like what I used to... it would be easy to just stop using makeup completely... Ok - so let's think this through... Mike wanted to present himself to me as a beautiful sexy wife when I got home. I could not deny that. It was going to happen for sure. He was going to be dressed up to the nines, from head to toe as a sexy woman when I got home. So should I stay as a woman as well or should I present myself as a man to him? That would be really fun actually... I mean just for that one night... if we did the complete swap of who we were. Would that be weird or would that be the right way to do this? I could easily get the mens clothes that I need - I mean I was practically wearing them right now so that would not be a major deal. I could slick my hair back - use some strong hair gel - that should do the trick. And..oooh - underwear. I could wear some plain white men's briefs underneath - I chuckled inside - I could not even begin to imagine the look on Mike's face when I took of my pants and he saw me wearing plain white men's briefs underneath while he was the one wearing some pretty lacey colorful women's panties...oh my...that would be amazing... I fell asleep finally, with a smile on my face.. The days flew by, work was so hectic and finally...it was time to go home. Why is it that everything seems so much slower when you are trying to get back home? Once I had completed my final meeting, I headed over to the airport then quickly walked into the plane, motioning to the female pilot to take off immediately. Once we were airborne, I fidgeted and paced the cabin of the jet, anxious and impatient, like a lion. The young male steward had prepared a wonderful meal for me, but I was too wound up to eat. Finally the plane touched down and I jumped into the car heading home, urging the driver to drive as quickly as possible. As soon as I got home, I practically ran to the door, so much in haste to see Mike. I let myself in, and called out "Honey, I'm home!" I grinned, finally relaxing.. It was silly I know...but for the longest time, ever since I realised that Mike and I had switched places and traditional husband wife roles, I always wanted a chance to say that phrase when I got home...like those old movies when the husband comes home...and the wife comes out of the kitchen, with a big smile on her face, wearing a pretty dress...it's so old fashioned I know but today... it had a whole other meaning... I was a husband now, Yeah! coming home after several weeks of working, "bringing home the bacon" ...letting my stay at home wife, who was waiting for me, know that I was home...that I was back to take care of him...to love him...wow it felt so great to say it... such a validation of my new role now... I looked expectantly toward the kitchen... but Mike was not there. But suddenly, my heart beat faster when I heard him answer in a soft melodic voice... "I'm upstairs darling...in the bedroom..." In the bedroom! I threw my bags down and bound up the stairs... anticipation nearly making me trip... And there he was... I gasped as I stopped and just looked at him, taking my time to capture every detail of this amazing vision in front of me...trying to capture every detail in my memory, so that I could forever remember this exquisite moment.... How could I describe him? Words fail me. He was the perfect picture of feminine beauty and elegance as he stood there, framed at the entrance to our bedroom. He just stood there, with that cute shy smile on his face...letting me admire him... he was wearing a gorgeous cream coloured lace cocktail dress and matching cream coloured heels... oh my god...he was wearing a dress...he was actually wearing a gorgeous incredibly feminine dress! And heels! And oh my God, did he look amazing in a dress... I had waited for this for so long...wanting to see Mike in a dress... waiting to welcome me home... and I was not disappointed... he was even lovelier than I had ever imagined... Oh my god...I just could not get over it. Mike standing in front of me dressed head to toe as a woman...there was probably nothing he was wearing right now that was not specifically made for a woman. He was still a man...but he had zipped himself into this amazing lacy dress, had slipped on those heels and had rolled up pantyhose up his legs, which I could see were smoothly shaved. I wondered what he was wearing underneath...I was sure he was wearing lingerie as sexy as his dress...I had a wicked grin on my face - well I would soon find out...! And his face - so beautiful, enhanced by makeup...pretty lips in a soft dark pink shade, gorgeous eyes, done up in smoky special evening shades, mascara highlighting his long lashes...wait a minute, was he wearing false lashes? His brows, pretty, feminine arches, thinned and darkened. Oh wow... He was of course wearing a wig, or was he wearing extensions? regardless, it was so pretty - I could not tell that it was not all his real hair...it was so feminine, long thick and wavy, his original color but with subtle highlights in it - the beautiful hair framing his gorgeously madeup face. He had probably spend so much time putting on his makeup...and fixing his hair...all this just to please me...oh my god... he had done everything that I used to do...he had completely taken over my old role. He was completely my wife now. The dress was so pretty...so feminine... a sweetheart neckline, lace all over the bodice, tiny cap sleeves, the skirt with wide pleats, flaring out prettily from his waist, its hem ending just above his knees... I did not recognise the dress, it certainly was not one of mine, so he must have bought it for himself. He had curves in all the right places, and an amazing sexy hourglass shape. I was sure he was wearing a pushup, and most probably a waist cincher - there was no other way he could get that hourglass shape otherwise. Sexy sling back heels, color matched with the dress, shimmering panty hose on his legs. Shyly, ackwardly, like a teenage girl who was still uncomfortable with her new sexuality, he placed his hands on his hips, put one knee forward, gave me a seductive look and said, "Well? Do you like what you see?" I could see the shyness in his eyes, the anticipation, the trepidation...he wanted so much for me to tell him how amazing he looked...he wanted so much to have me respond to him as a man would to a beautiful woman...to treat him like the woman he was now... all his self esteem was hanging on what I would say next... "Oh my darling sweetie pie, my angel, you are the most gorgeous wife that I could ever have wanted," I said. I took him into my arms and kissed him, tasting his lipstick, smelling his perfume, a flowery concotion of spring, berries, lilacs. I smelt his hair, a romantic scent of roses... I carressed him, lovingly, feeling the delicate thin floaty softness of his dress and underneath, the stiff material of his lingerie tight against his body. I stroked his body slowly, feeling his sexy shape, his impossibly curvatious waist... He looked, smelt and felt like the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the world. But underneath that gorgeous dress, under all that makeup, that perfect hair, it was still Mike, the man I loved... This was the welcome home that he and I had dreamt of for such a long time. He smiled softly, kissed me back, then wrapped his hands around my neck, hugging me close, his hands caressing the back of my neck softly, then he whispered seductively into my ear, "Welcome home darling..." He stepped back into the bedroom, gently pulling me in. He held me close again, staring into my eyes while I kissed him again and again. He submissively parted his lips, letting my tongue into his mouth, while I kissed him harder... "I missed you so much honey," he said, pressing his body tight against me. "I have been waiting for you to come home for so long... oh honey...you look amazing - you look so strong and masculine now" What did you do to your hair? he asked, as he gently touched and felt my hair... Do you like it? I asked.. "Oh yes...and I love that you are in a suit and pants...I was really hoping that you wouldn't wear a skirt suit or a dress when you came home...I really wanted to be the pretty one tonight...I wanted to be the one in the dress..wow..I can't believe I just said that out loud!" he giggled as I laughed out loud. He looked into my eyes, kissed me softly again, then said, "This is so incredible. It feels amazing and so right dosen't it? - I mean I am the one in the dress and you are the one in pants - this is so incredibly hot..." "I know sweetie," I said, kissing him back.."It's so weird but feels so great...I've been waiting for this night for ever" "Have you honey..really?" he asked. "I am so happy you just said that...I'm always so worried that we are pushing this too far...and that you would get disgusted with me..." "Stop it babe!" I scolded. "We have gone through this already...I love you and I love all this.." "You make me feel so happy," he whispered, hugging me close, "There is so much I want to do tonight - so much I want to try now that I am in a woman's role. This has been my fantasy for so long..." He sighed, then said, "Now, all I want is for you to take me to bed..." "I have been on a plane for hours my angel, don't you want me to take a shower first sweetness?" I said. I felt sweaty and dirty from travel. "No, you don't have to..." he said, nuzzling my neck. "Your musk is turning me on right now," he whispered. "Let's go to bed darling," he said softly. "I want you to make love to me...now..." he said stepping back further into the bedroom. He turned around so that his back faced me, then he gathered his gorgeous hair in one hand and pulled his hair over his shoulder, exposing the back of his dress to me. He wanted me to unzip him. To undress him. I understood that it was important to him that I do this...he remembered that I would do this...waiting for him to unzip my dress. I always felt amazingly sexy when Mike would unzip me...it was an amazing feeling to have spent all that time to look gorgeous for him and then to have him undress me..I remembered it kind of felt like I was being unwrapped..like a gift to him...it felt so erotic to me to know that I had prettied myself just for him, and that I was about to give myself completely to him... Such an incredibly feminine feeling. I remembered that feeling and I knew that Mike was mimicking everything that I used to do... so that he could also experience those same feelings firsthand..that he could feel all the feminine sexiness that I had felt...So I did exactly what was now expected of me in my new role... I put my arm around his stomach, pulling him towards me. He responded by pushing back towards me, pushing his bum towards my crotch, I kissed the back of his exposed neck, then slowly unzipped the dress on this beautiful man, who had probably spent hours just to look beautiful for me, to make me feel like a man, so that he could feel like a woman. I unzipped him slowly, thrilled to catch the first glimpses of his lingerie that he was wearing under that dress... I gasped as I saw what he was wearing underneath...Now I understood how he had that classic female hourglass shape - the top part of a laced up ivory corset came into view. My fingers were trembling as I stared at what was being revealed.....Oh. My. God. He was actually wearing a corset.... He had gone to lengths that I never have before... to go all out to feel so completely feminine. When I reached the end of the zip on his dress, he turned around, eyes down, both hands holding up the bodice of his dress to his body. Then, slowly, he let go, wiggling his hips sexily and letting his dress slide down off his body. He kept his hands up, now covering the cups of his corset, then carefully, making sure that his heels did not catch on the dress on the floor, he stepped back a step.. Then with exquisite shyness, he let his hands drop slowly to his side, casually flipping his hair of his face and over his shoulder with a quick toss of his head, revealing his sexy, lingerie clad body to me...his hands rested on the side of his thighs and, he twisted his shoulder forward a bit in a sexy pose, then lifted his eyes to look at me.. He was displaying himself to me for my approval, presenting himself for my pleasure, wearing gorgeous feminine lingerie that had been designed and created for only one purpose, to intensify the feminity of its wearer, to enhance his sexy feminine charms, his womanly appeal...to showcase female curves and boost female charms...to attract the sexual attention of his husband....He was now the one sensously giftwrapped for my pleasure...for my taking... I gazed at him...Now, I was the one who was mesmerized at the femininity on display in front of me. I looked closely at the gorgeous corset that he was wearing. I saw that he even had on matching panties. And I just could not believe what I was seeing. I mean I have never worn a corset in my life, of course I had seen other women wear them in pictures and movies ...and despite the fact that I was a woman, I have never ever thought about actually wearing one myself...for me now, it seemed ridiculous for me to wear something so tight, so restrictive... and I'm sure so uncomfortable. There was only one reason for a woman to wear one - to shape her body to so that it would be sexier to a man. I had never even touched a real one before, had no idea really how women could squeeze themselves into them.... It was such an incredibly feminine garment - and I was so amazed that Mike, a man, was actually wearing one. I always felt that it was one of those symbols of female oppression, that women used to wear in olden times to force their bodies into this incredibly curvaceous female shape just so that men would be attracted to them... to cater to a man's ideal of a womanly shape... But now, with this incredible reversal of our roles, it was Mike, a man, who was now wearing this symbol of sensual femininity...and he was wearing it to attract and seduce me, a woman. In any other situation, I would have been the one expected to wear it... instead it was Mike who had done it...he had laced himself up into it, forcing his body to shape itself into this incredibly feminine sexy shape... so that a woman could now admire him and desire him in it... And now that I was the one who was seeing him in it..., I could immediately see the appeal...I understood now, how countless men before would have immediately been attracted to a woman wearing one of these sexy garments...now that Mike was now in a woman's role and wearing it, he looked fantastic in it...so incredibly sexy... oh wow...if he didnt mind wearing a corset..I certainly was not going to complain - he looked gorgeous...and so sexy...I would never ever wear something like that...so it just seemed right now that he should to satisfy my urges. I studied it - it was not one of those old fashioned ones in movies, no this was more modern...and beautifully made...lacy with satin panels, it shaped him perfectly giving him a slim waist and at the same time, it had thrust his flesh on his chest up and out, filling the cups, even giving him some clevage. It also had garters attached to it that held up lace topped hose which covered his legs down to his black heels. He was wearing garters! and hose! I could only remember one time when I ever wore garters - they were just so impractical, but now from a husband's perspective, I could see how increadibly sexy they were - how incredibly sexy they made him look... drawing my eyes down to his legs, the hose that he was wearing making them look so shapely and sexy...Mentle note - from now on I'm going to make sure that Mike only wears garter belts and hose. No regular pantyhose for him from here on out! I felt proud of him - he had got his own set of lingerie now, he had started his own collection.. and this piece of exquisite lingerie must be the jewel in his collection... He blushed, shyly, demurely as I examined him...but at the same time I could feel a new power coming from within him, a female power, knowing that he was having an effect on me. I knew that power, a power that only a woman would know... of seduction and female sexiness. Knowing that I found him irristible, knowing that what he was wearing was making him look beautiful and so sexy... knowing that he was attracting me and that I was desiring him...that incredible feeling of female sexiness...He was watching me gazing at him, looking at the beautiful woman he had blossomed into. He gave me a little sexy smile, projecting feminine sexiness with his eyes, then twisted, then flipped his hair over his shoulder in a practised move, looking at me seductively over his shoulder, then taking my hand sofly in his, led me to our bed, his heels forcing him to walk in an incredibly fluid feminine swaying motion. I couldn't take my eyes away from his sexy back, that his corset showcased...his waist shaped, enhancing curves where he didn't have any before, showcasing his rear end, covered in the satiny lacy panties.. His movements were so graceful, so sexy, so vivacious, I knew exactly what he was feeling right at that moment, he was the seductress, he was the goddess now, on full display to me, his husband. He led me to our bed, but stopped at the foot of it. We kept standing and then I kissed him again, then started kissing his neck as he arched his back, and tilted his head up, giving me complete access to his neck. That move was such a submissive move, a move that women often do, to lay open that most tender area of their body, to expose it to the dominant partner.. Then he kissed me tenderly again, and looked deep into my eyes, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly got on his kness in front of me and then unbuckled my belt, and slowly started to unzip my fly... Oh my God...my heart was nearly bursting out of my chest as I realized what he was about to do...he was going to use his mouth on me down there..I shivered in delight, excitement and anticipation...I remembered the countless times when had I used my mouth to pleasure Mike...I did not particularly enjoy it when I did it to him but Mike had loved it so I would do it... But Mike had never ever done it to me...I remember, he had tried to once, but I was so uncomfortable with it... it just felt so wrong to have my husband do something like that...it just did not feel right...that I had immediately pulled him away before he had a chance...I always felt that it was a woman's role to do something like that not a man's. But that had been so long ago, when we were bound into our traditional gender roles, when we were expected to behave in a certain way just because we were born as a woman and as a man. I realized it now - sex back then was...just ok...but not earth shattering...We have always had vanilla sex..nothing too risque... Most nights, I would do my wifely duty and Mike would take his pleasure and then we would go to bed...not that exciting but at that time sex was not that important to us surprisingly...our love went deeper than the physical aspects of it.. I mean, I didn't even like to have him touch me down there...I preferred to be the one who did the stimulating...touching him in his intimate areas, using my hands and my mouth to give him pleasure, to get him ready, so that he would then make love to me and I took so much satisfaction from it... But now...now this was so opposite to anything we had ever done...we were two very different people now and it was in so many ways it was almost like we were loving each other for the first time - and actually we were because we were loving each other from a completey different perspective now...our genders, our regular roles were switched...so we were liberated now to explore and experience everything that we had not had a chance to do before...and we were now being exposed to amazing new sexual experiences...sex was certainly not vanilla now...I had never felt these intense feelings before and I knew Mike hadn't either... I could now do everything that was not expected of me...I could do everything that I was not supposed to do..I could be completely free to... gasp!..demand sex now, I could expect to be fulfilled, I could rightly expect my wife to do his duty every night to pleasure me, to put my sexual needs above his and Mike was free to do such feminine things, to touch me in ways that he didn't as a man, to use his body, his hands and his mouth ... in ways that I never allowed him to do as a husband...to feel that it was his duty as my wife to give pleasure instead of taking it... to feel fulfilled in submitting to his husband's urges, to get satisfaction from fulfilling those urges... He was the one responsible now to romance me, to seduce me, to attract me...he was the one now to do and feel these incredibly feminine acts. I definitely had not wanted him to do this when I was his wife and he was my husband...but now, since I was his husband, all I wanted right now was to feel this new sensation, to experience this...to have my wife use his mouth on me in my most intimate areas...to stimulate me, this time to get me ready, so that I would then make love to him... I waited, my heart pounding in my chest... I watched him kneeling down there, as he gently pulled my pants down to my ankles. Then suddenly I heard him gasp and just saw him staring. He then started giggling...holding his hand up to his mouth... Of course... in all the excitement, I had forgotten what I was wearing down there. I had on the manliest plainest, men's briefs that I could find... "Oh wow!" he giggled looking up at me... "Sexy underwear babe!" he said. I laughed out loud. "Well. I thought it was appropriate..." We laughed together...we were both loving this - it was so silly...but so much fun! Here I was, a woman, standing in front of him wearing the plainest men's underwear...plain white cotton briefs that I had seen him wear everyday before...and there he was, a man, kneeling before me...wearing the sexiest prettiest lacy satiny women's lingerie... oh my god...this was so weird but so fun! He looked at me, giggled a bit more, then getting slightly serious again...he slowly tugged my underwear off, then, he pulled his eyes from mine to look at my nakedness in front of him, studying it, memesmerized by it....a view that he had seldom had before, kneeling in front of me while my sex was on full display just inches from his face, now unabashedly exposed to him in full view...he put his hands up, on both of my thighs, caressing them, slowly moving his hands around my thighs to feel my bum. Every movement was so gentle, so tentative, so soft, so feminine... He started kissing my thighs and my stomach, little kisses, several of them, circling closer and closer to my most sensous area between my legs...then pausing, he started exploring me down there with just the tips of his fingers, gently touching... his lips slightly parted...his eyes wide, with almost a new found innocence in them as he slowly touched and explored my sex with his fingers, as if he could not believe that he was being allowed to look and feel me down there, that it was such a privilege... Now and then, he would lookup at me, making sure that he was not overstepping his boundries, making sure that I was giving him permission to do this to me... Then finally, he moved his face closer.. until his nose was nearly touching me, then closed his eyes as he took in a long deep breath, breathing in deep the aroma of my sex, then after looking up at me for approval once again, he tentatively, in the most gentlest way possible, he kissed me down there in the core of my sex. Then with exquisite shyness, I saw him lick his lips, then the tip of his tongue parted his lips and he gave me a little lick, like a kitten would..getting a taste, then he sat back, his eyes closed, savoring my taste, then seemingly satisfied, he moved forward again and gave me a longer lick, then wanting more...he started licking me in earnest, urgently now, almost as if he could not get enough of my taste, using his tongue to probe and open the folds within me, to explore every part of me..then finding my engorged nub, he started sucking it.. He looked up at me, from down there, with those pretty feminine eyes, those eyes done up in smoky evening shades... mascara highlighting and lengthening his lashes, giving him that classic wide eyed girlish look...such female eyes now, his entire face so feminine, framed by his gorgeous hair on both sides of his face...not breaking eye contact with me, wanting to see my response as he pleasured me, licking and sucking me...wanting to make sure that he was pleasing me... And he was...oh god... yes...he was. Waves and waves of intense spasm like pleasure was flowing through me, as he continued to pleasure me with his mouth, while I stood there, straight and proud, my hands on my hips, just taking in the incredible sight of my beautiful wife, on his knees in front of me, wearing that gorgeous sexy corset, looking down his cleavage, created by his flesh thrust up and shaped by that corset into an amazing shapely female busom on full display... his gorgeous thick wavy hair cascading down his back, softly swinging side to side as he earnestly moved his mouth over and over my sex, looking at the back of his shapely legs sheathed in shimmery hose behind him, his feet still encased in heels. Oh. My. God. What an amazing thing it was to feel like this... this powerful... to stand like this, like a man, like a god being worshipped, by a woman at my feet. As the rapturous feelings increased within me, I held the back of his head and pushed his face deeper between my legs as I thrust into his face ...I shuddered violently...I knew now that I was forever spoilt...I would never be able to get enough of this incredible dominant musculine feeling... to feel so much pleasure from unapologetically taking instead of giving. I thanked the stars that I could experience this..this amazing masculine power that had been denied me all my life... And I could see how Mike was completely immersed in femininity, so completely comfortable with giving up his manly birth right, his status as a husband to surrender completely his inner most instincts, to completely and unequivocally submit to me, to be a female in thought and deed...the pleasure he was getting was so evident as he knew just like I did that he was still a man, but outwardly, he looked like a woman, wearing a gorgeous lacy corset, wearing hose, and heels, his face made up, his long hair framing his pretty face, the complete paradox of being male inside but looking, behaving and feeling as a female...what an incredible sensation...so much pleasure... "Oh my god Mike!" I screamed as I continued to feel the most intense delightful sensations... Mike...what was he feeling right now?..I wondered what must be going through his head right now, to submit himself so fully to me in this way, to take the female position so readily, in such an act of submission, to be on his knees in front of me, pleasuring me in the most intimate part of my body with his mouth. Women did this very act so often for the men in their lives, it was in so many ways such a normal female thing to do...it was expected that a woman would do this for her man....it was a way to give pleasure to a man, but more importantly to show submission to him... the act itself was so incredibly feminine and submissive... , but for a man to perform this act on a woman... to kneel before me, using his mouth on me, what an act of pure femaleness, such a complete denial of his inner musculinity... I remembered the countless times when I was the one kneeling down there, in front of him, in that submissive, vulnerable position, sucking on Mike, giving him pleasure, fulfilling his sexual needs and urges, looking up at him devotedly just like he was now.. I couldn't take it anymore, and I orgasmed over and over again..moaning at first, then roaring now without abandon as I had that sweet release.... Mike didn't stop, but seemed to increase his efforts..he kept on licking and sucking me down there, in the most tender most sensitive areas, draining me as I climaxed over and over again.. as if he could not bear to waste even a drop of my precious essence. He kept licking me all over, cleaning me as I shuddered and finally subsided... I pulled his hair, pulling him off me, I could see his face moist with my juices.. I pulled him up and kissed him forcefully, deeply..I could taste myself in his mouth.. I started to kiss the strap on his shoulder, then roughly pulled it off his shoulder with my teeth. He moaned. Then I kissed the exposed part of his skin just above his bra cup, while cupping him, kneading his flesh through the flimy fabric, through the lace... He was in the midst of throes of sexual passion himself, small moans coming from his mouth, as his hands grasped my neck, the back of my head, as leaned into my body, holding on to my shoulders, kissing me over and over again, little light kisses, on my cheeks, my lips, my nose, anywhere he could..he couldnt get enough of me I knew... But he was not aggressive, no - just the opposite, he had learned to be passive, to lead me on, to seduce, all the feminine wiles and arts that women have known for centuries to make a man do what they wanted... He understood that feminine power now so well...and he knew now how to use his new found feminine powers, his feminine charms, combined with his sexiness and beauty and and he was exhalting in it... Feeling the raw power of dominance inside me, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back agressively but gently, his eyes going wide at my aggression, but he submitted to my urges, and passively softly, rested his hands on my chest while I kissed him hard, probing with my tongue, invading his mouth...at the same time, my hands circled his shapely waist, held tight in the confines of his corset...I crushed his body against mine, my hands grasping his back, his bum, kneading, fondling... grabbing I wanted more from him, I wanted to take more... I wanted him naked in front of me, completely stripped, completely exposed ...completely vulnerable...so that there would be no question over who was the stronger, the more dominiant. Then I wanted to make love to him...to claim him again as mine...to feel the strong dominant penetrative feel as I made love to him like we did that first time... I fumbled behind him, trying to figure out how to get him out of his corset. He giggled as I fumbled around with the intricate laces keeping the corset closed tight around him....Well, I guess this was amusing, here I was trying my hardest to get Mike out of his lingerie. I growned internally...damn it...why did women have to have such complicated underwear? In my haste to strip him, I accidently pinched him painfully. He yelped. "Please be gentle, my dearest...wait...let me help..." he said. He turned around, gathered his gorgeous hair and pulled his hair to the front, exposing the back of his laced up corset to me, then holding his hands up covering the bodice and the bra cups, he spoke over his shoulder, "There's a bow..just untie it..." Then he waited for me... waited for me to unlace him from his corset. I think he could have easily done it himself, but I realised that it was important to him that I do it. It was symbolic..that his husband undresses him...frees him from his tight, restrictive undergarments... I now knew eactly how he was feeling at this momnet... Having me take his corset off must be so simmilar to having a bra unhooked from you...I remembered the countless times when Mike would do something similar to me, when he would unhook my bra before we made love.. Every woman knows the incredible feeling when a man reaches behind her and unhooks her bra..the act is itself is so important symbolizing that he is uncovering her with the promise of passionate love ahead..such a vulnerable moment that a woman feels when a man unhooks her bra. I knew that he must be feeling that intense feeling of vulnerability right now, that female feeling of being fully exposed, the secure feeling of your lingerie that covers you, being taken away from you.. which I did to him now...to be laid bare..for your husband to gaze at you.. I could feel him shiver as I slowly untied the bow at the bottom and then started drawing the laces out through the holes, slowly loosening his corset from his body... He sighed as the restrictive tight garment loosened around his body. After the laces had been loosened, I turned him around facing me again. He slowly unfastened his garters from his hose then, looked at me, waiting. He was still holding the front of the corset up against himself, looking at me with such a shy vulnerable look... I gently grasped it and pulled the corset of his body, exposing him to me. I then cupped his chest and kissed his nipple, lightly sucking it as he moaned and arched his back, holding the back of my head as I continued to suckle him. Breathing heavily, he gasped and moaned as I gently bit his nipple, then slowly withdrew my mouth, grinning at the effect that that act had on him. I knew how much I loved it when he sucked on my nipples, so it was only right that he feel that amazing feeling as well.. Urgently now, he stepped back, then pulled his panties off himself, hopping around a bit, putting one hand on my shoulder for support as the panty caught on the end of one of his heels. Apart from his heels, and his hose, he now stood in front of me naked, his body sexily exposed to me, for my pleasure... the hose and heels making his nude body seem even more impossibly sexy ...while I stood in front of him still wearing most of my clothes. I could feel what a man would feel in this moment, the strength, the manliness..It was an incredible powerful feeling, seeing my naked wife in front of me, one that I had just undressed. knowing that in a few moments I was going to take my pleasure, I was going to use his body for my gratification, I was going to claim him for myself, a man who has comletely surrendered himself to me. I pushed him down on the bed. He lay there, and suddenly shy, he pulled the covers trying unsuccessfully to cover himself a little...He laid there waiting...looking at me with so much love and devotion... then he gasped audibly as he watched me pull my shirt off, exposing my naked body to him. His eyes widened and he drew in his breath with excitment and feverish anticipation as he looked wide eyed at my body.. at me as I climbed onto our bed and then pulled the covers completely off him, exposing him completely to me again... He put his hands up, reaching for me, his hands encircling my shoulders and my neck, to draw me to him, at the same time instinctively spreading his legs...I pulled them wider apart, then grabbing his legs, I pulled his body sharply towards mine, illiciting a cute little squeal from him, then I positioned myself over him... When I was ready, I pushed myself on to him, his eyes going wide as he felt our bodies become one. There was no hesitation now... he pulled his knees up and locked his ankles behind me, holding on to my shoulders, my neck as I moved up and down in a strong pumping motion...As his eyes closed in rapture, I knew that he was imagining me penetrating him, as a man would to a woman..I knew that he was imagining that I was pushing myself deep into him, claiming him, just as he knew that I was imagining that he was the one receiving me deep inside his body. Our roles were so clear now...we were so comfortable in our roles, he was so comfortable being the woman now, being in that submssive female role, offering his body to give pleasure, having so much sexual satisfaction from just feeling like the one who was giving instead of recieving. And I was so comfortable as well, so confident in my role, being the male, being the masculine one, the one who takes pleasure, being dominant... We exploded together in a mutual cresendo of joyous ecstasy, fused together, as wife and husband, as woman and man...exhalting in our newfound sensations..our incredible new feelings...exuberant in our new roles...thankful that we had pushed aside all the feelings of doubt and worry, knowing that our love for each other would take us forward, no matter what and we realized that this was always meant to be... As we came down from our incredible high, wrapped together, in each other's arms, I looked over at him and kissed him softly...now was the time for my surprise... I pulled away from him, walked over to my pants that was still on the floor and retrieved a small box from the pocket. Mike's eyes widened as I got back into bed and kissed him again and again. Then, I held him close, opened the little box and pulled out a a beautiful diamond engagement ring. "My darling" I said, as Mike started weeping, tears of joy starting to stream down his cheeks.."My darling, I love you more than words can say, you have made me happier these last few months than I have ever been...will you marry me again Mike...this time as my bride?"